The Losers Club: Their story, but with an outsider.

Chapter 1

     "Charlotte Miller?" I hear the teacher call out. I look up from my book. "Here." I say hastily and return to reading. "The Boy in the yellow slicker was Georgie Denbrough."  A small smile crept across my face. This would be roughly the sixth time I've read IT and it is still by far one of my favorite books, if not my favorite. "Charlotte, please put the book away and pay attention." I roll my eyes and slip the book inside my desk. Sometimes, I wish I could be a part of the Losers Club. It would be so much better than this place that's for sure. 

     I ignore the teacher for the rest of the period, thinking about the Losers Club and Pennywise and how nice it would be there. Before I know it, the class is over. I gather my things and leave the room, double checking that I have my book. I start walking down the hallway, hoping to avoid Heather Anderson, the Henry Bowers of my school. Of course, with my luck, I walk straight into her. "Ew, the rat walked into me." She says in disgust and pushes me into a locker. The hallway goes silent and everyone stares at the exchange. "S-sorry" I get out of her way and try to walk past her. She steps in-front of me and leans in close to me. 

     "No one wants you here, so why do you try to fit in?" I feel tears fill my eyes. I wont cry, I wont cry... "You just want to be accepted and have friends. Boohoo." She mimics in a whiny voice. Laughter comes from all around me. "Just leave me alone!" I yell, pushing past her and running to the bathroom. I find an empty stall all the way back and lock myself in, crying. I lean against the wall and open my book, wiping the tears away. 

     I read about a full 4 chapters before the bell rings, signaling lunch. I spring up, and run to my locker. "Char?" I hear a voice say behind me. I whip around and see my best friend, well, my only friend, standing behind me. "Ollie!" I said excitedly. I give him a big hug and put everything but my book in my locker. "Reading It again?" He asks with a laugh. I smile and hug the book to my chest. "Duh. Why wouldn't I?" I laugh and walk with him to lunch. Ollie wears large, round glasses and has long curly black hair. He has a perfect smile and freckles that cover his nose and checks. I've known him since 2 grade and ever since we met there was an immediate connection. 

     We walk into the cafeteria and spilt. I go to the table and he gets our lunches. I sit down and observe the students around me. Some are talking and laughing, others are working on school work. Some are even reading, my ideal choice, and the rest are sleeping. Ollie comes back with the food, 2 slices of pizza and fries, and sits across from me. "So, I heard about this thing called shifting from my sister last night and it's like really interesting." He says as he sits down.

     "Shifting?" I ask confused, but intrigued. "Yeah. So apparently, you can shift realities to where ever you want to go. I know, it sounds like bs, but my sister swears on her life that she went to Hogwarts. Like she could describe everything in so much detail I almost believed her." He tells me. "So pretty much, you lie down in what's called 'starfish position' and count to one hundred saying things like 'I am shifting' in-between every number and picture the reality you want to go to and fall asleep. Then, you just kind of wake up there I guess." He explains, while slowly eating his fries. I slowly nod and search his face for any signs that would tell me he's joking. 

     "Well don't just stare at me, say something!" He says and throws a fry at me. "Hey! Alright, alright, so you just lay down, count, and sleep and you wake up there? Dude she's obviously pranking you! She's got to have a camera in your room so she can laugh when you try to do it!" I say and laugh. He rolls his eyes. "That's what I thought, but I looked it up and it's an actual thing!" I give him a 'I'll look into it' look and eat a couple fries. 

     The lunch bell rings again and I get up to throw my tray away. "Hey, wait up!" Ollie yells from behind me and I stop walking till we're shoulder to shoulder. I off the remains on the tray into the trashcan and stack it on top of the others. Then, Ollie walks me back to my locker and leans against the one next to me. "So, yesterday, you wanted to tell me something.. what was it?" He asks me, smiling. God, I love it when he smiles at me like that. No, stop, focus you can tell him. "Well, uh.." I start but then I worry, what if he doesn't want to talk to me anymore.. or he just laughs and makes fun of me? "Hey, you can tell me anything." He says and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Never mind, I forgot." I say, and grab my binders. "I'll catch you after class?" I ask holding my stuff and one hand and digging my nails into my hand in the other. "Yeah, sure. Later Webby." Webby. He's called me that since we read Charlottes Web in 3rd grade.